The Gang Chokes

Frank:I don't see any blue on this menu.

Frank:The best foods are blue.

Frank:Now, Dennis, what will I be having this evening?

Dennis:Oh, God. You people.

Mac:Ugh, this guy again.

Dee:We can't get away from you.

Frank:If I wanted a compliment, I'd walk into a bar.

Charlie:You don't chew no good anymore. You want me to chew that up for you?

He gets his teeth sharpened?

Mac:I think he's choking.

All:[Long pause while Frank chokes]

Dennis:You only ever talk about how you don't want to die, like in a hospital bed or getting spit-roasted by two Latin King gang members in prison.

Frank:You mash it too thin. You take all the flavor out of it. You get all the nutrients. I get all the mush.

Charlie:I used to do cool shit, Frank! I used to be cool!

Frank:getting spit-roasted by two Latin King gang members in prison

Dennis:Why do I still have to order your dinners for you? And why is it up to me to decide whether or not you're going to save a man's life?

Mac:If you told me to.

Charlie:Pizza man, pizza man, I got pizza here, who wants pizza man?

Dennis:What are you, like, in your 40s?

Charlie:Yeah.

Dennis:As are you.

Charlie:I actually ate all the cheese on the walk over, so... no cheese!

Charlie:Don't worry about that, though. It's all good. I ate the crust, too.

Charlie:Actually, I slurped that up, too, because that was just kind of looking good

Mac:So you ate them all separately... all the elements... and then came over with an empty pizza box?

Dee:I got a pretty good rush from a man almost dying right in front of me. I-I liked it

Dennis:You're so good at telling stories. So concise.

Dennis:I wish it did hit you.

Charlie:Go to bed? What are you, 40?

Dennis:We're the same age!

Mac · Charlie:[Awkward silence between Mac and Charlie after everyone leaves]

Frank:I'm moving in.

Frank:I could have been bashing your face in before you knew what hit you, which would've been this hammer, which I already had in my hand, in case you weren't listening.

Frank:That old vegetable lady is your mom?

Frank:I threw a sheet over her head. She was freaking me out.

Dennis:Are you insane?! We can't just play!

Dennis:Too hard. Too fast.

Dennis:Pollen?! You didn't tell me there was to be pollen today.

Dee:I went into the Puerto Rican part of town, started making fun of their big fat asses and asked them if they were Dominican.

Dee:Take a break from your cockfighting and, uh, you know, hop in your rafts and come bring it to a real American

Dennis:That's Mexican!

Mac:That's Mexican.

Dennis:You would put us all at risk with your suicidal race-baiting.

Waiter:I think she look nuts!

Waiter:Made her dinner already. She's eating blue.

Frank:Somebody enrolled somebody back into pilot school.

Frank:Blue has the most antioxygens.

Dennis:I want to throw this shake in your stupid face, but I'm struggling.

Mac:Dennis, do you want me to throw it into my own face?

Charlie:Are you feeding Dennis blended-up pizza and soda shakes?

Mac:I want him to depend on me to take care of him, to bring him back from the brink of death.

Dee:Munchausen by proxy, that's cute and everything. But if you want Dennis to really depend on you, you're gonna have to save his life... for real.

Waiter:She always said it's the last thing she ever wanted, so... So, thank you.

Frank:I'm sticking her in a bang 'em and bin 'em joint.

Dee:15, 20 tops. Just until he flatlines. Then you bring him back.

Mac:Because it's poisoned!

Mac:I don't need you to tell me what to do, Dennis. I'm going to make my own decision.

Dee:I saw it! I saw the other side. I didn't like it. I hated it. It was just blackness.